The Board Meeting. Another Fantasy office story. By Lady Grey.
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The Board Meeting. Another Fantasy office story. By Lady Grey.

Averill attends her first board meeting, a revealing experience, and remembers her previous evening entertaining a client.

Friday was to be the Annual General Meeting at Bowman and Lang's. During the week, both Averill and Stephanie had been kept busy preparing the papers for the board members: the annual report, the financial statement, and all the other information required for the meeting.

Averill had now been working on the top floor at Bowman and Lang's for three months, and she really enjoyed her new position. More than that, she also enjoyed some of the positions that both Carl and George required her to adopt during their daily meetings.

She had quickly realised that cooperation was the key to success, and she had become a willing and enthusiastic member of the third floor. She had quickly found that her willingness and enthusiasm paid big dividends in her monthly salary cheque.

Like last night: she had spent the night with a client called Elliot Colby at George's request. Elliot was a number one account at Bowman and Lang's. He was in oil and had several large refineries on the coast.

Bowman and Lang's was at the moment dealing with a pollution issue for him and things hadn't been going too well. So the old man had come up to town to sort things out for himself. George had informed Averill that the old guy needed sweetening up. Averill knew what he meant.

She presented her card to the receptionist at the Ramada Grand hotel and was escorted up to Elliot's suite. The old guy's eyes lit up when he opened the door.

"Hello. I'm Averill from Bowman and Lang's," she informed him "George sent me over to make sure you were comfortable and to see if there were anything we could do for you."

Elliot stood back and allowed Averill to enter the suite. He smelled the heady sweetness of her perfume as she brushed past him. His eyes were maybe getting a little old like he was, but they had not missed the exciting swell of the young woman's breasts amply displayed by the low scoop neck of her dark business dress.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

Averill nodded. "That would be nice: a fresh orange juice, maybe?"

He nodded, went to the small bar and took a jug from the small fridge and poured Averill a large glass of orange juice.

"Sit down, my dear, and tell me how things are progressing."

Averill took a seat in a comfortable armchair, and Elliot sat down opposite her. She casually swung one leg over the other. She saw Elliot's eyes widen for an instant as he was treated to a glimpse of her thighs and just the hint of bare flesh above the tops of her hold ups.

From her small case she took out the papers that George had asked her to bring and passed them over to him. He glanced at them casually and laid them on a table. "I'll check through them later. I'd rather talk to you at the moment. It's not too often these days that an old guy like me gets a chance to spend time with an attractive young woman like you."

In the information that George had given her about Elliot, he had said that the old guy was married and had been for forty years or so. He came from a somewhat religious southern family with strong ties to the church, but apparently Elliot was not as dedicated as his family thought. He like a bit of fun and had a passion for younger women. Unable to fulfill that passion when he was on his home territory, it was known that he liked to indulge in a bit of discreet naughtiness when he was away.

As they sat chatting, Elliot could not keep his eyes off the attractive young woman sitting opposite him. He could still see the lacy tops of her hold ups and the occasional flash of the whiteness of her thigh as she moved her legs. He was also sure that he could see the protrusion of her nipples pressing against the smooth material of her business dress.

"Are you a lawyer?" he asked.

Averill laughed. "No, not me. I'm just Mr. Bowman's personal assistant."

"He's a lucky guy to spend time with someone like you. You should see some of the old bats who I work with: all dried up and smelling of powder and lavender soap."

Averill smiled. "They can't be that bad."

"Let me tell you, young lady. I can assure you they are; wouldn't want to see them naked even if I were given the chance, but you, my dear: now that's a different story."

Averill smiled to herself. George had instructed her to look after the old guy, and she knew what he meant. Okay, so he was old, but if he enjoyed his stay and he was happy when he left, that was all that mattered.

"You got anything on tonight?" Elliot suddenly asked her.

Averill shook her head. "No, nothing."

He smiled. "Well, how about giving an old guy a break and stopping for dinner? Don't fancy eating alone and watching the crap on TV; rather watch something like you."

Averill smiled. "That would be nice. I'd like that."

"You want to eat downstairs or get it served up here?"

"How about here?" Averill said. "Little more private."

Elliot rang down for a menu and went to fix Averill another drink. "More orange juice, or will you have something stronger if you are staying?" "If you have some white wine, that would be rather nice."

He took a bottle from the fridge, pulled the cork, and poured out two glasses, one of which he brought over and handed to Averill. "Get that down you. There's plenty more, and if we run out, well, I'm sure the hotel will restock the fridge."

She thanked him and sipped the ice cold liquid. "Hmmm, that's nice."

There was a knock on the door and Elliot opened it to a tall, good looking black guy in a waiter's uniform. He handed Elliot two menus. "Just ring your order down when you're ready, Sir," he told him as he handed him the menus.

They browsed through the menus, and when they had decided, Elliot rang the order down. "Another glass of wine?" he inquired as he replaced the phone.

Averill smiled and nodded. "I hope you are not trying to get me drunk." Elliot grinned. "Maybe I am. Would that be a problem?"

Averill smiled and shook her head.

She was halfway down the second glass of wine when she decided that it was time to make a move. He'd been a perfect gentleman so far so she guessed it was up to her to move things along.

"I wish I'd have known you were going to invite me to dinner. I would have come dressed more appropriately," she said, looking down at her business dress. "It's not really the thing for a dinner date."

Elliot looked at her. "You look fine to me, but if you feel uncomfortable dressed like that, you can always take it off." He grinned.

"What, and eat dinner in just my underwear?"

"That's something I'd love to see," Elliot said with a smile.

"Well," she said, "Mr. Bowman told me that I had to make sure you had everything you wanted, and if that's what you would like,............."

With that, she placed the wine on a small table, and reached around and eased down the long zip on the back of her dress.

Elliot stood there watching Averill with a slight smile on his face. He had been told by Jake Martin of Consolidated, who was also a client of Bowman and Lang's, that they could be relied on to provide some interesting extras, and this young lady was certainly interesting. With the zip pulled all the way down, Averill slipped the dress off her shoulders and eased it down her slim body. Elliot felt a stirring as her body was slowly revealed to him, even though it had been many years since he had enjoyed sex. Averill pushed the dress down her long legs and stepped out of it before stooping down and picking it up.

"You feel better now?" Elliot asked her.

She grinned. "Much more relaxed," she said, bending slightly as she adjusted her stockings around her thighs.

"Well, you sure look delightful," he said as his eyes roamed her body with the swell of her breasts encased in the tight white lace bra. He could just make out the darker shape of her nipples. Down below, she was wearing matching panties, also in lace; her skin showed through them clearly, and he noticed there was no shadow of pubic hair. He guessed she was clean shaven; he liked that.

Just then there was a knock on the door. He opened it; the black guy was standing there with a cart. "I'm Jerome with your dinner, Sir." he announced. "May I come in and serve it?"

Elliot glanced at Averill standing there in her underwear just out of the waiter's vision. He was not sure whether to ask him in. Averill solved the problem by stepping forward. She smiled at the guy and asked him to come in.

Elliot could not help but notice the look on the black guy's face when he first saw Averill, but the waiter remained very professional as he brought the cart into the room and set the dinner out on the table. Elliot and Averill sat down and the guy served the food. When everything was to their liking, he nodded and asked Elliot to sign the check. Then he backed slowly out of the room.

When he had left, Elliot smiled. "You certainly made that guy's day," he said with a grin.

Averill nodded. "He was a good looking guy, wasn't he?"

"You like black guys?" Elliot asked.

"Sometimes they have attributes I like," she said with a smile.

"Like big dicks?"

She grinned and nodded. "And they usually know how to use them." They ate silently for a while until a piece of meat fell off her fork and onto her chest, then down onto her bra. She scooped it off and dabbed at the stain. She looked annoyed. "That will stain if I don't wash it off," she said. Elliot shrugged. "Don't mind me," he said with a smile.

Averill's plan was working out nicely. She didn't want to be too blatant with the old guy, but she wanted him to enjoy himself, and by the look on his face he was doing just that. She reached around and unclasped the bra, drawing the thin straps down her arms until the bra fell away revealing the twin mounds of her delightfully firm breasts. Elliot was beginning to feel a little warm. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a dinner so much, and it was getting better all the time.

He watched with interest as she dipped her napkin in the water jug and dabbed at the stain on her bra. He liked the way her breasts moved with the motion of her body as she rubbed at the stain. He wondered what her breasts would feel like to hold in his hands. It had been a while since he had got his hands around a pair as delicious as those displayed in front of him.

"I think that will do," she said, looking at the mark where the stain had been. "But it will still need washing."

He hoped she wasn't going to put the bra back on, and he was pleased when she casually laid it aside.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked in a sexy voice, glancing down at her exposed breasts.

Elliot shook his head. "No, not at all, my dear. You look so delightful; you can take everything off for me."

Averill smiled. She knew he was hooked. "Would you like that?" she asked.

He nodded.

She placed her knife and fork down on the plate and stood up. She slipped her fingers in the waist band of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips. He watched with mounting excitement as her most private areas were revealed. Yes, he had been right; she was clean shaven. Her exposed pussy lips were slightly pronounced. She looked even more exciting now totally naked.

She walked around the table and placed her arm around his shoulder. He could smell the sweet scent of her body and he could feel her breast brushing against his cheek. "Mr. Bowman said I have to look after you so if there is anything you want, you only need to ask."

"You sure are one gorgeous young woman," he said, "and in my younger days I would have taken you up on that offer." He turned around in his chair and gingerly took one of her breasts in his hand. It was warm and firm and the hard nipple brushed against his fingers. "But the old pecker is not up to it any more," he said, kneading the firm breast tenderly. "I've tried Viagra, but at my age there's only so much medicine can do."

Averill leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sure we can think of something," she said tenderly.

She took his hand and pulled him up from the table and led him towards the bedroom. She sat him on the side of the bed and began undressing him. He made no move to stop her. For his age, his body wasn't in bad condition, but even though she was naked, his cock was flaccid and showed no reaction.

She pulled back the bed covers and he moved into the bed. She slipped in beside him, pressing her naked body against his. "You feel wonderful," he groaned. "I wish I could fuck the hell out of you."

She smiled as she took his limp cock in her hand and caressed it hopefully, but he showed no reaction. But she was happy to discover that what he lacked in one part of his body he made up for in another. She soon realised that he had been an accomplished lover and his hands and his mouth certainly made up for in some way what he lacked between his legs.

His fingers were soon exploring her delights, delving deep into the pleasures of her pussy. She groaned as he expertly manipulated her hardened clit sending tremors through her body, and when he suddenly went down on her, the pleasure was even more so.

She would have liked a big cock to be penetrating her, but Elliot successfully brought her off several times before he fell back exhausted. "The old body's not what it used to be," he said as he lay back on the bed, his fingers lightly caressing her breast. "Sorry, I can't do it any more."

She placed a finger on his lips and hushed him. "Don't worry; I have enjoyed it. You are very good for a man of your age. I hope you have enjoyed it as well."

He nodded. "I sure have. It was wonderful to feel a body like yours in bed beside me. I just wish I could have done you justice."

He was silent for a while; then he turned to her. "I bet the black guy, the one who brought our food, would have done a job on you. I saw the way he looked at you."

Averill smiled. "Yes, I guess he might, but it's been great fun with you."

He was quiet again for a few minutes. "I'd like to see you being fucked by some black guy; that would really be something."

"Well, we could always ask him," Averill replied laughing.

"Do you mean that?" Elliot said, turning to her. "You'd let me watch him fuck you?"

Averill suddenly realised he was serious. George had told her give him anything he wants, and she had found the black waiter interesting. She turned to the old man. "I'll be happy to let you watch," she said. "Would you like to ring him and see if he's up for it?"

Elliot got out of bed and slipped into a robe. He went through into the lounge. Averill followed him and watched as he picked up the phone.

When room service answered, he asked, "Can Jerome could come up and clear away?"

"You sure about this?" Elliot asked her as they waited for Jerome to arrive.

Averill nodded. "Yes, if that's what you want, it will be my pleasure to oblige you."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He looked again at Averill and she smiled. "Go and answer it."

As he moved towards the door, Averill sat down in one of the armchairs. She spread her legs slightly apart and ran her finger lightly over her pussy lips. They were still damp from her earlier exploits with Elliot.

She heard them talking as Jerome came into the room. He was asking if everything had been okay. When he came into the room, he immediately saw Averill sitting in the chair naked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise," he stammered, but didn't drag his eyes from her nakedness.

She looked up and smiled at him. "Don't worry," she said, "we have something we want to ask you." She looked at Elliot.

"I've got a proposal for you," Elliot said quickly. "I'm not as young as I used to be, and this young lady here is in need of a good fucking; I'm not really up to it and apparently she quite fancies you; so how about it?" Averill saw the look on the guy's face. It was as though he had just been told he had won the big prize in the lotto.

"You mean here, now?" he said, stuttering over his words.

Elliot nodded. "And if you do a good job, there's a big tip in it for you." The poor guy couldn't really believe what was being offered to him. Here was an attractive woman with a body to die for sitting totally naked, and he was being asked to fuck her.

"You sure about this?" he asked, looking from one to the other.

They nodded. Elliot looked at the guy. "There's just one thing; I want to be there to watch."

Jerome looked down at Averill, still rubbing a finger up and down the cleft of her exposed pussy. He knew he would be willing to do anything they wanted. Oh, to be allowed to get into that.

He nodded. "Okay, if you are sure and it is not a trick."

Averill smiled. "It's not a trick, Jerome. Just get your kit off and let me see what you have to offer."

Still slightly unsure, Jerome began undressing: first his tunic, then his shirt, followed by his shoes and socks, and then his pants. Averill was pleased the see quite a sizeable protrusion tenting his colorful boxers. He paused for a moment, then with a slight shrug, he pushed them down over his hips. A good sized cock sprang to attention, and Averill smiled to herself. He was certainly well built down there. She guessed she wasn't going to be disappointed.

She eased herself up out of the chair and went over to him. She pressed her naked body up against his, feeling his cock press into her. She reached down and took it in her hand. It was quite warm; it felt like a rod of steel. She ran her fingers along its length. Jerome groaned softly and began to caress her breasts.

Elliot had seated himself in an arm chair and was already enjoying the scene unfolding before him. He liked the contrast of Averill's white body and Jerome's black one. The two sparred with each other. Jerome was obviously enjoying Averill's body, and she was feeling the same about his. Elliot watched as Jerome caressed her bottom, pressing himself against her. He said something to her; she nodded and smiled and he turned her around facing Elliot. She placed her hands on the back of a chair and stuck out her rear end. Jerome caressed the twin globes of flesh rubbing his hard cock up the crack of her bottom.

On his instructions, Averill spread her legs, and Jerome's hand stroked across her pussy. It was already running wet. He smiled to himself; she was certainly a hot little slut. He took his cock in his hand and positioned it, feeling the soft moist flesh pressing against the head of his cock. Then it was parting and his cock was slipping into the warm wetness of her love passage. Averill contracted her vaginal muscles and gripped him tightly. He pressed on, penetrating her deeply.

In his chair, Elliot was enjoying the sight of Jerome's black cock sinking into the whiteness of the girl's body. It was a sight he had dreamed about. He had heard black men loved to fuck white sluts, and now here it was happening before him.

Once he was in to the maximum, Jerome reached around and gripped onto Averill's breasts. He pulled on her extended nipples as his began to fuck his more than willing partner. Averill bucked and pressed her body against him as his shaft slid in and out of her body. Elliot could see her juices slicking the black shaft.

The black guy was fit and Averill was now enjoying the prolonged fucking. She was urging him on to greater efforts, pressing his hands into her breasts; then suddenly he cried out and his body stiffened. Averill held her breath and pressed her rear into him. They were motionless for a moment, and then he came with a rush as Averill cried out.

The two of them remained like that, breathing heavily, resting against one another. Then Jerome pulled away. He slid slowly out of her, his cock now half its original size and dripping with their combined juices. She turned and kissed him on the lips, thanking him. Then she turned and looked over at Elliot. "Was that okay for you?" she asked softly.

He nodded his head. "Awesome!"

She smiled and passed Jerome some tissues and used others to wipe herself.

Jerome cleaned himself up and slipped back into his clothes. He looked over at Elliot. "Anytime you want me again, just ring," he said with a smile. Your lady's got a great body and she knows how to use it." Elliot got up from his chair. He pressed a roll of notes into Jerome's hands and thanked him. Jerome pushed the notes into his pocket and then cleared the table. After loading the cart, he smiled and left. "Did you enjoy that?" Elliot asked, coming over to where Averill was standing. She smiled and put her arms around him, pressing her naked body up against him, moving suggestively.

"The point is, did you enjoy it?" she asked.

He nodded. "It was everything I expected and more. I just wish it could have been me." She smiled when she felt his hand slid between her legs and rub up against the wetness of her pussy. She guessed with his reaction to her that she had just done a good job for the company. Back in the board room, the sound of Stephanie's voice brought Averill back to the present. "You going to do any work, or are you just going to stand there and day dream?"

She smiled. "Sorry, I was just thinking about last night."

Stephanie smiled. "Yes, I heard about that. George told me the client was well pleased by his visit."

Averill smiled. "Glad I was able to do a good job. Now is that everything for today."

Stephanie nodded. "Yes, the members will be arriving around two. We need to be on hand for the refreshments, and Elizabeth here will be taking the notes."

"What about our attire?" Averill asked.

"George has not said anything, yet, but if things go the usual way, we will be naked before the afternoon's over. The board members seem to expect it."

Averill smiled. "I guess it would be better if we just came to work totally naked every day. I'm getting so used to being seen without my clothes, not that I wear very much anyway," she said rubbing her hands over her body and feeling her nakedness under the thin covering of her dress. It was just after one when he line buzzed; it was Elizabeth. She asked Averill if she would come through to her office.

Averill knocked and walked in. She found Elizabeth attired in some skimpy black undies. She was just slipping her long legs into hold ups. "George's idea," she said looking up. "Guess he fancies a bit of eroticism this afternoon. There's an outfit for both you and Stephanie," she said indicating two boxes on her desk.

Elizabeth, like all the female staff on the third floor, had a superb body with high firm breasts and long legs, and she looked great in the skimpy underwear. She passed the boxes to Averill. "Get yourselves changed, and both of you be in the board room by one forty five."

Averill carried the boxes through to reception and passed on the instructions to Stephanie. "I'll get changed first, and then come back and take you off," she said.

Stephanie nodded. "Yes, okay," she said. "Once the board meeting starts, we close reception down anyway."

Averill left a box on Stephanie's desk and took hers through to her own office. She had just slipped out of her dress and was just preparing to put the underwear on when the door opened and Carl came in. He grinned seeing her naked. "Wonderful place to work, this," he said. Averill smiled.

He looked at her and smiled. "You can always satisfy all my needs. I just can't get enough of your body, but time's short at the moment so we will have to wait until later. It's just I need these notes typed up for the meeting." He handed her a sheet of hand written paper.

She scanned it and nodded. "I'll get it done for you, but it will cost you later."

He grinned and came over to her, placing one arm around her shoulder and hugging her towards him. He cupped one ripe breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb across the nipple. "I'm sure I will be able to pay any costs you incur," he said with a smile.

She shrugged herself out of his arms. "Go, and let me get on with my work," she said with a smile.

When he had gone, she slipped into the underwear and eased on the holdups. She slipped on a pair of heels, and then checked herself in the long mirror behind the door. Yes, she did look good. The undies were quite brief and revealing. She smiled to herself. Three months ago she would have never believed in her wildest dreams that she would be attending a meeting dressed like this.

She sat down at her computer and quickly typed up Carl's notes, then made her way through to reception to relieve Stephanie. A couple of the board members had just arrived in reception and they looked at Averill in her brief, revealing underwear and smiled. "Looks like it will be an interesting meeting," one said, turning to the other. They both smiled as they made their way through to the boardroom.

Averill took over the desk while Stephanie went to change. Several of the other board members arrived. Her sexy attire was greeted by smiles and appreciative comments by all the members. Stephanie returned just as the last group of board members came through. Averill smiled on seeing her friend in the brief underwear. She looked very alluring.

When all the members had gone through, Stephanie closed and locked the reception door, and together with Averill, they made their way through to the boardroom. The members were standing around in groups chatting to one another. At the far end of the room, George and Carl were checking last minute details with Elizabeth.

With everyone present, George called the meeting to order. The members took their seats while Steph and Averill sat to the side of the room ready to serve out any refreshments required. George welcomed everyone and inquired if they liked the outfits he had selected for the ladies. The board members smiled and commented that the three women looked stunning and were a welcome distraction to the meeting.

They quickly got through the initial business. Bowman and Lang's were apparently doing very well. There was a lot of business ongoing and a lot in the pipeline. Customers were very pleased with the results. Everyone nodded through the accounts, and after half an hour, George brought the first part of the meeting to a close.

Stephanie and Averill busied themselves with the refreshments, making sure that everyone was looked after. The board members were a friendly bunch and enjoyed the girl's company, especially dressed as they were. After being refreshed, they got down to the second half of the meeting. There was only one item on the agenda, a proposal from one of the members to hold a charity function to raise money for the local children's hospital to purchase a new body scanner. Everyone agreed it was a very worthy cause. Then George asked if anyone had any ideas on what they could do to raise some money. Ideas were tossed around, and the idea that seemed to fire everyone's imagination was one by Carl for a Slave market. It would be a very classy affair aimed at the more discerning of the company's clients.

Carl explained that he had attended a similar event while he was abroad on business. It attracted a lot of big spenders. Men love to have a night out on their own, especially in the company of scantily clad young women who would be on offer to the highest bidder.

One of the members asked him where the women would come from. "From our own staff," he replied. "Look around you; we have three very beautiful ladies here who I'm sure will volunteer their services." Averill and Stephanie looked at each other and nodded. Then he looked across at Elizabeth. She smiled. "Yes, sure, I'm game as it's all for a good cause."

So it was decided that Carl would set things in motion with the assistance of Andrea and the other girls on the third floor. With everything settled, George called the meeting to a close. "There are drinks and a buffet in my private lounge for anyone who wants to stop in." There were nods from several members, but a couple had other business to attend. They thanked him and made to leave.

While the remaining board members stood around talking, Carl motioned that Stephanie and Averill should follow him to George's office. The private lounge was an extension of the office and overlooked the river and the open countryside beyond. An appetizing buffet had been laid out along one wall, and there was a well stocked bar in one corner.

"You all did a good job today, and thanks for the backing on the slave market idea. I'm sure it will be fun."

Steph and Averill smiled their agreement.

"Now I guess we ought to give the board members a treat; get them really into the mood of things as regards the slave market." He went over to a cupboard and took out a box which he placed on a low table.

"Okay, strip off, both of you. I've another outfit for you to put on."

Neither of the girls queried his request and quickly stripped off the brief undies.

"You want the stockings off as well?" Stephanie inquired.

Carl nodded. "Yes, everything."

Moments later both of them were standing naked before him. He went into the box and pulled out two very diaphanous pairs of eastern stile pantaloons. He passed a pair to each of them. They stepped into them and adjusted them up around their waists. The girls looked at each other and smiled. "They look good," Averill said with a slight smile, "but they don't hide a lot."

Carl grinned. "That's the whole idea," he said. "Now slip these on as well." He handed them two bolero style waist coats embroidered with eastern patterns. The girls slipped into them. The waist coats covered their breasts, but as there were no fastenings, their breasts were easily displayed by the slightest movement. The outfits were completed by eastern style slippers and a small veil that covered the nose and mouth. Their changes had just been completed when the board members started to arrive. The sight of the two revealingly clad eastern maidens was greeted with smiles and polite applause. As the two of them circulated among the guests dishing out food and drink, the board members who by now were becoming a little boisterous subjected both girls to some good humored fondling which neither of them objected to.

It was Elizabeth who made herself the star of the evening. After she had a little too much to drink, she suggested that they should have a trial run for the Slave Auction. She would place herself on offer to the board members present, and any money raised would be used to start off the scanner fund.

Everyone was in the mood for it, and Carl quickly took up his position as auctioneer. Elizabeth was dragged up to the auction block by Stephanie and Averill, pretending to put on a bit of a struggle.

"Well, gentlemen," Carl began. "What am I offered for this wonderful specimen of womanhood?" There were laughs and quips and a few paltry offers from the small group.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Carl continued. "Come on, dig deep into your wallets. Just look at what's on offer. Just think of yourself spending a night with this beauty."

Still there were laughs and no significant offers.

"We can't see the goods," someone called from the back. Averill looked in the direction of the shout; it was George Bowman. "Show us what's on offer, auctioneer," he said with a grin.

Carl smiled. "That's no problem, gentlemen."

He turned to Stephanie and Averill. "You heard; the customers want to see the goods. Ladies, strip her."

Averill and Steph looked at each other amused, but the expression on Elizabeth's face was one of mock horror. She was either a very good actress, or she hadn't expected things to take this turn, and she struggled wildly as the two women attempted to strip her. The two girls finally had to rip away her scanty undies. There were laughs from the group as she coyly tried to hide her nakedness, with one arm covering her breasts and her other hand obscuring the view of her pussy.

There were cries of "Shame, Shame" when she refused to put down her arms. So Carl instructed the girls to do it for her. Taking one arm each, they pulled them roughly away from her body.

There were loud cheers and applause as at last her most intimate charms were revealed to everyone. Then to everyone's amusement, she stopped struggling and smiled at everyone. They cheered her when they realised that her realistic performance had all been a bit of a laugh.

Now as she stood there before them totally naked and openly displaying everything , the bids quickly rose, and she was knocked down to a happy looking Greg Davidson. He handed a substantially sized check over to Carl, and then smiling at the other members, took hold of Elizabeth's hand and led her away.

They returned forty minutes or so later, both looking rather guilty, but the smile on Greg's face indicated he must have gotten his money's worth. Someone suggested that Averill and Stephanie should also put themselves up for auction, but George remarked that they would both be doing their bit on the night of the auction. In the end, everyone called it a day and began to drift away. Elizabeth must have enjoyed Greg's company as they left together, probably to continue what they had started earlier.

Averill and Stephanie remained along with Carl and George, the girls doing the tidying up and the guys giving a hand to clear things away for the cleaners to come in later. When everything was done, George found another bottle of wine and poured everyone a drink. "I think that was a very successful meeting," he said as he raised his glass.

He looked across at the two girls still adorned in their reveling eastern costumes. "Nice outfits, those," he said to Carl. "Could be an outfit we could adopt for all the female staff."

Averill looked down at her outfit. She could see one nipple displayed and she grinned. "I think you might have a problem if you did," she said with a grin, slightly adjusting the bolero to cover the exposed breast.

Stephanie finished off her drink and glanced up at the clock. "Guess I'm going to get off," she said. "It's way past my finishing time."

"Hope you are not going like that," George remarked.

"No," she said with a smile, "I'll go through and change. I don't want to give the cabbie the wrong impression."

"Mind if I come along and help?" George inquired.

Stephanie smiled and shrugged. "No, not at all; be my guest."

The two of them left leaving Averill and Carl alone in the still untidy lounge area.

"Have you enjoyed your first board meeting?" Carl inquired.

Averill grinned. "It's been quite a revealing experience."

They both laughed. Then Carl came over and perched himself on the arm of the chair that Averill was sitting in. He reached down and flicked the bolero aside exposing her breasts. He took one in his hand and caressed it tenderly.

"You have a beautiful body; it drives me wild to see you displaying it to others."

She smiled. "I though that's what you employed me for."

He nodded. "I guess it was, but every time I see you showing off your nakedness, I want to fuck you."

She looked down at his hand slowly caressing her. "So I guess that means you want me now."

He nodded slowly. "Yes, I do."

He pulled her up into his arms and their lips met in an urgent kiss. He pushed the bolero off her shoulders, and then literally ripped the sheer pantaloons from her body. She pushed her nakedness against him, feeling the hardness of his cock even through his clothes. She worked feverishly at his belt until it came undone; then she pushed his pants down over his hips and down to his feet. Her hands closed around his cock; it was rock hard, just like she liked it. She parted her legs to give him access, and he was soon penetrating her. She gasped and clung to him.

"My God, I needed that," she spoke urgently into his ear.

She wrapped her legs tightly around him, pressing into him and enjoying the smooth rocking sensation as he drove relentlessly into her body. He came with a sudden rush, and she cried out as she felt his juices flood into her and seep out and run down between her thighs.

They fell back into the chair, cuddling each other tenderly as their lust for each other finally abated. He led her back to George's office where he removed the rest of his clothes and they showered together. Afterwards, he drove her home. They parted on her walkway with a short kiss, and she stood and watched him drive away.

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